Two poems by A. D. Winans

MONDAY MORNING POEM

Smell of spring in the air
Misty fog gives way to light rain
Cars spew deadly exhaust fumes
Windshield wipers flap
Like the wings of birds in migration
Stone faces hide behind steering wheels
Pedestrians looking like mannequins
Scurry across the street on the way to work
Board the morning bus pressed together
Like preserved butterflies between
The pages of an antique book

EARLY EVENING POEM

I stare into silence
Empty space has no vision
Restless ghosts
Eat my words

Bio:

A.D. Winans is a native San Francisco, a poet and writer and former editor and publisher of Second Coming. His work has been widely published. His latest book, Love – Zero was just published by Cross-Cultural Communications.Read more about Winans here: www.adwinans.mysite.com